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Time flies; Tilneys work day had come to a close soon enough, and so without much hesitation at all the ginger boy took to the well-worn trail. Coven clefts took the patriarch along a winding track, over hill and dale to get home in time to take dear Maude to the place they would view the sunset. Normally they would have the young one in bed at sundown but tonight was an exception - the young one was growing rapidly and they couldn't keep her n such a tight leash forever. Tilney was a father who remained convinced that if they kept her too close she would respond only with mischief and badness; some leniencies would be allowed. Upon arrival to their home tree past the lake, Tilney checked for Glasgow - perhaps she might like to accompany them? With no trace of the glazier in sight, Tilney would only assume his friend was still out on herd duties of her own. The bronze lad greeted his bouncing daughter with a tight embrace and a kiss to her neck before heading into their homely tree trunk to collect his cloak for maude to lay on should she get tired of cold, and then stepped on out to retrieve his lantern for when the sun was set and he would be left blind as he was every night. The doctor was shocked however to find that it was not there. After multiple circles around the trunk, looking under bushes and calling out "aiya" numerous times in the hope the light it emitted from its hiding spot would be seen in the dimming light. It was all to no avail; it had vanished. "It's gone" The lad panted, furiously shaking his skull. It had been a long time since he had felt so much emotion of pure negativity. He was Tilney after all. Tilney; the ever smiling boy who marched with flowers, forest creatures and the sun. There would only be one explanation for this - It had been taken. By someone or something. Tilney spoke a few commanding words to his daughter, making sure she would not leave the tree or her mother. Arah would keep an eye on her, he was sure of that. He daren't stay and whinge to his beloved - he would take action, for the day was leaving and so was his eyesight. Skipping over the underbrush, Tilney made his way to the place he remembered the meeting had taken place; it was quite a central spot, so hopefully wherever their monarchs were they would not have to walk far to heed his pleas. By now all the flaxen boy could see was the orange stripes along the trees, the last gift the sun had for him. It was only a few minutes before he was completely sightless again. "My King! My Queen!" the teary-eyed stag bellowed throughout the woods "A thief is nigh!" |
the day tilney lost his chill
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